[MaC] "Now we know..."

[Mel Mason]

Swooshing to include Heather's post:


> > >> >> As the officers led Philip out to another room Marjorie
> > put down
> > >> >> the other bits of evidence, left them on the table.
> > "Now we know
> > >> >> who did it..." she said, looking disturbed.  She
> > avoided looking
> > >> >> around at the other people in the room as she sat down again
> by
> > >> >> the door.
> > >> >
> > >> > Arabella went to Evangeline. "My dear... I am so sorry. Is
> there
> > >> > anything we can do?"
>
> She met Arabella's gaze with an unmistakable steel-spined resolve. "I
> think now that the only person who can do anything is my solicitor.
> ...though if you would care to come with me, you would be welcome."
>
> "I will, of course," the Dowager said, with similar resolve.
> "Whenever you
> wish."
>
> > >> "Now we do now." James agreed.  "And now it is over."  He
> glanced
> > >> apologetically to Evangeline, sympathy in his eyes, even if he
> did
> > >> not force her to meet his gaze.
>
> She nodded, absently, her mind clearly elsewhere.
>
> > > Cyril stepped forward.  "Mrs. Evans, can I get you
> > anything?  A glass
> > > of water or cup of... anything?"  He changed his offer at the
> last
> > > moment.  It seemed crass to offer tea considering the evening's
> > > events.
>
> Vangie blinked. Her gaze cleared; she looked hopefully at Cyril.
> "Well,
> yes, if you wouldn't mind...if you could just bring Sweetie up, so I
> can
> finally =see= him...that would be wonderful."

Cyril paled, but tried to sound cheery.  "Why...uh...of course, Mrs.
Evans.  Certainly."  He crossed the room and descended the stairs.
>
> > At this point Oswald entered.
> >
> > "Officer Powell wants his pain pills," he said, and then he
> > made his way to
> > the table where the Officer had earlier emptied his pockets.
> > "Are they
> > still here?"
> >
> > He lifted a small bottle and glanced at Vangie.  "Would these
> > be the ones?"

The bottle was, however, empty.
>
> Vangie studied the bottle in his hand a moment and nodded. "Yes." She
> frowned before commenting, "It was very full...I think he was just at
> the
> chemist yesterday. He usually only takes one...two if the pain is
> very
> bad."

"I think Mr. Warren poured out the pills to look at them," Marjorie offered.
"Over there," she pointed to where the cloths were laid out and the
white pills were.

Lucinda moved over to look.  "Yes, that's right," she said.  She looked 
thoughtfully at her husband.  "Should we put them all back?"

"We don't know when he'll have the opportunity to get more," Oswald pointed 
out.

Lucinda nodded and began to put the pills back in the jar.


(OOC - anyone objecting?  Helping?)


Downstairs, Cyril dug his winter gloves out of his coat pockets and
donned them as he went out into the hallway.  Those guests who were in
the lower level of the Beaman flat could hear "Here, kitty, kitty,
kitty" as Cyril made his way down the stairs to the floor below.

Sweetie was lying in wait behind Vangie's door, warching for intruders.  It 
wasn't Cyril's hands he went for.  It was his ankles - with long, hooked 
claws.